Making our way through the rain & company joins us on the trail!

Rain, rain, PLEASE go away. That was running through our heads for about a week straight on the trail. After leaving Doll Flats (North Carolina/Tennessee border), the weather was not ideal. We entered Tennessee with wind gusting at about 30 mph and dense mist in our face. For much of the next few days/nights we would take down a wet tent and setup a wet tent – always fun. But the weather was not going to stop us because we had miles we wanted to put in over the days to come.
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The stretch from Doll Flats to Hampton, Tennessee had several beautiful waterfalls including Jones Falls, Mountaineer Falls, and Laurel Falls.
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The most memorable would have to be Laurel Falls because the rain was coming down heavy and the rugged, rocky terrain made it even more difficult to hike further into the beautiful scenery.
After leaving Laurel Falls, our mind was set on Laurel Fork Shelter where we hoped to find an empty, dry shelter where we could stay the night instead of setting up our wet tent. By our surprise it was not empty (everybody we talked to on the trail this day was taking a side trail into Hampton to get dry and stay at a hostel/hotel), but instead there was another man from Germany. Fortunately, he didn’t mind dogs so the three of us along with Jack and Lewis slept under a roof that night as it POURED down rain all night. The next morning we woke up with our sights on a 7 to 8 mile hike into town, over the Pond Flats climb. Resupply boxes awaited us and we wanted to sleep in a bed, dry all our clothes/tent/gear out, and get a greasy burger at What-A-Burger; something Alexis had been talking about for days as our food supply dwindled down to lower than usual. I’ve never heard of this restaurant but I was not going to say no to a burger, or no to hungry Alexis. Hiking into town the clouds broke up and sunshine peaked through – everything was looking up for us after being wet for the past three days! But then we got into the town of Hampton. The minute we stepped foot into the city limits with loud trucks passing by us continuously and drowning out our conversations neither one of us was feeling like we wanted to stick around for long. Just like that, within minutes we were already missing the serenity of the trail, and it was a humbling reminder of how good we do have it out in the woods, even if it means giving up other comforts. We got dropped off at a building that was literally a laundry mat, internet café, restaurant, computer repair shop, store selling assorted items out of zip-lock bags nailed to the wall, lounge for hikers, pool hall with smoking permitted, a hostel in the making, and also an auto mechanic shop. I guess they had it all, or were having a serious identity crisis? This place was interesting to say the least and the people were the same; we had trouble distinguishing owners from customers, and hikers from locals. I feel I needed a cigarette and a big cup full of sweet tea to fit in there. Don’t get me wrong, the people were friendly towards us but this just was not a place where Alexis and I wanted to spend $50/night to stay. So we got our resupply boxes of dog food, a wonderful box of goodies from Maggie May LaMaack, and a few other groceries to make it to Damascus, Virginia. We dried out our wet gear in the surprise afternoon sunshine, opted against a clean load of laundry from the cigarette smoke filled laundromat, repacked, and hit the trail along Watauga Lake. It was a nice evening to hike despite the 100% forecast of thunderstorms that never transpired. We quickly discovered there was going to be some off-trail hiking because the heavy rains from the last few days had created flooding along the lake shores. We managed to get around it and to our amazement somehow distract the boys enough to stay out of the tempting water. Once we reached the first shelter just a few miles out of Hampton we threw down our tent for the night. The next day we hiked through Watauga Dam which had some beautiful wide open views before returning back to the forest for a full day of hiking.
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At the end of the day, the weather started to turn for the worse and get dark overhead. We were only 0.3 miles from the place we were going to call “home” for the night and we needed to get water. With rain imminent, we decided to quickly get our evening supply of water from the stream 0.3 miles from where we planned to camp. Of course that was the wrong decision; the rain came down in sheets as soon as we started hiking, along with some small hail as well. We finally got to the shelter where we were going to stay that night (well tent near it) and Jack announced our arrival to all the fellow hikers huddled under the roof of the shelter. It happened almost in slow motion, everyone saw it coming, but no one could stop him from doing the classic wet dog shake that likely managed to reach every individual in the shelter. Needless to say, we didn’t make friends quickly at that particular stop. Alexis, the dogs, and I decided we best hang out on the side of the shelter under an overhang as the rain passed. We waited it out and found a spot to setup our tent. Both of us wet and not in the greatest mood because of rain, we decided let’s just eat and go to bed, and hope we wake to better conditions in the morning. In the process of making our dinner of instant potatoes, our fuel for our Jet Boil ran out and we didn’t have a backup because the great want-to-be trail town of Hampton didn’t sell any of the commonly used canister fuel! Go figure! Let the good news keep on coming, right? So granola bars, pop tarts, trail mix, and snickers was our food until we could resupply. With 26 miles to go until Damascus, we decided we were going to get up really early and put in our first 25+ mile day to get there, something fellow hikers were dubbing the “Damasc-a-thon”, because of its close mileage to a marathon. There we could get picked up by Craig (who lives only 15 minutes away), dry out, and sleep in a bed! Our mood had changed and things were looking up as we settled in for the night with a goal in mind. But then 1 a.m. came around; I woke up with my stomach not feeling the best and quite nauseous. I decided go outside in the fog and mist and do what one needs to do in the woods (I’ll leave the details out of this for all your sake). Feeling slightly better after that, I attempted to fall asleep and instead just tossed and turned. Not even 30 minutes had passed and it was evident my stomach was not improving. I started to unzip the tent, quickly put my head outside and I let it roar. Pretty sure I probably woke up everybody who was sleeping in the shelter and tenting nearby. I’m also pretty sure Alexis thought I was going to die, because when I puke, by no means am I quiet. After those two fun experiences, I was ready for morning because I tossed and turned for the rest of the night (Alexis didn’t sleep much either I’m sure). Luckily, we had cell phone reception so we sent Craig a text to pick us up where the trail crosses a road near Shady Valley, Tennessee and he came to rescue! I was feeling better that morning, but I did not have 26 miles in me! The 5 miles we had to go were plenty for me that morning. I drank some water, ate a granola bar and sandwich at Craig’s, and took a short afternoon nap I was already feeling much better. I think it was just a little 24 hour flu bug because it went away quickly and I was only achy for that day. But having Craig and Lori’s place so close to where we were was very helpful and a bed felt good that night. The next day we got dropped back off where Craig had picked us up and needed to finish the 20 miles to Damascus. For that stretch of trail we had two extra guests along with us; he decided to join us along with his daughter Gracie. We’ll turn it over to Gracie, trail name: ‘Professor Awesome’, to share her experience hiking the Appalachian Trail with us:

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Hi, I am Gracie Hammond and I am a 12 year old girl from Virginia. This is the story of when I hiked 20 miles on the Appalachian Trail. When I got home from school, Lori told me that my dad was going to hike a 20 mile stretch from Shady Valley to Damascus. I thought about it and I TOTALLY wanted to go. So I begged and pleaded to Lori and she said I have to ask my dad. When my dad got home I waited until he started eating his pork chops to ask him. After a long time of waiting he FINEALLY told me I could go. Dusty, a man that works for my dad, dropped us off at Shady Valley on Thursday (I got picked up early from school). We walked through a cow pasture and saw a lot of calves. They were so cute. We walked and walked and walked. I saw a lot of pretty views. We stopped at a shelter because it was raining. But as soon as it stopped, we kept going. We could see the South Holston Lake for miles. And after a long ½ day of walking and climbing we stopped and set up camp a little ways off the trail. We walked about 6 miles that day. I had Robin Noodles for dinner and after dinner we made a fire and had smores! They were REALLY good!! The next morning we were off again. I had 2 pop tarts. We walked to a shelter where we stopped to eat lunch. My dad went on so we could get water. We walked about 2 miles and finally saw him. We walked and I was relieved when I saw the sign that said we were 4.5 miles away from Damascus. But when we were about 3 miles away from Damascus, it started to POUR THE RAIN!!! We had to stop under a tree. And after a while of sitting and getting rained on, we had to keep going, though it was still really raining. I was just happy that we didn’t have to set up camp with everything wet. When I saw the sign that said we were finally in Virginia, I started to walk really fast (I was exited to get in a warm shower at home though I HATE showers.) I saw the town of Damascus, but what I saw deceived me because there was a lot of twisting. And I finally saw the road. We had to wait in a shelter for Lori to come pick us up. When I got home I headed straight to the shower (I was soaked anyway). Though I was sore and soaked I was really proud of myself for walking 20 miles in 1 ½ days. It was a experience of a lifetime. I would defiantly do it again but I would rather not get so wet. Thank you Lexi and Brent for taking me and my Dad on this awesome adventure!!!!

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